Clara Holmes?

Part 1

Everything takes place after ‚The Day of the Doctor' and ‚His Last Vow'.

Clara POV

'I can't do it. I'm too scared.' I confess to the Doctor, because, let's be honest, I am really, really scared right now. I don't even know how and why the Doctor is forcing me to do this.

'Oh come on Clara, you can do this. You're brave, you're my impossible girl. So let's go outside and tell him, eh?'

'Ughh... ok, but! When I do this, you will take me where ever I want?' Come on, at least I have to try.

But the Doctor seems to be on my side and agrees.

Ok then, this is it. I walk to the door of the Tardis, open it and see that it is raining. I mean a lot. I have to try to get out of this. 'Oh, look Doctor. Oh, don't you think that it's a really heavy rain? Almost too much to go outside.', I say almost too sarcasticly.

But the Doctor does not seem to care and just walks past me with an already opened umbrella in his hands. 'No, no I will not let you out of this, Clara. Come on, we've got an umbrella, actually the best one there is. I bought it on a planet where it rains every day, also inside buildings. One day it was raining from the ceilings. That was something.'

While I can see him grinning from his memories, I step out of the Tardis and under the umbrella.

Hooking in with the Doctors arm we walk past a corner and there it is. The house he lives in now.

We walk up the three stairs to his door, but I'm too frightened to knock. The Doctor looks at me expecting but also calming. Why does he want this so badly?

I panic and everything comes out in one go 'What if he doesn't like me? What if he thinks my nose looks all funny? What if he doesn't like my hair or the colour of my dress?'

He takes me by the shoulders and shakes me a little bit 'Come on, what is there not to like for him, eh? You have your mothers' hair colour and her nose.'- here he touches my nose with his index finger-'So just knock on his door now, or will I have to do it? We didn't just come to look at a closed door now, have we?'

I know he's right. I hate it when he's right. I take in a deep breath and turn towards the door.

*KNOCK KNOCK*

We wait, but can't hear any movement from inside, 'See? He's not even at home. I knew we shouldn't have come all the way from the 8th century. Come on, let's go.'

Quickly I turn around and walk down the steps, as my left foot hits the second step I can hear the door opening. Oh no. Why is he at home? Slowly I turn around and look at the strange man standing in the doorway.